The expressions of Doukou Hong and others in the meeting room suddenly turned heavy.
Watching those who selflessly went to their deaths, they suddenly understood what they were bearing on their shoulders: it was the lives sacrificed by countless people to give them the chance to conduct their research!
This person from the Xirong Divine Craftsman force had sacrificed themselves without even leaving their name behind.
Just like that, they bid farewell to their families, gave their all till death, without anyone remembering their names or anyone erecting monuments or writings for them. Their sacrifices would vanish into the river of history.
Soon, the blacksmith, who lost his fiancée, walked out from the Resurrection Point again, went to the Blood Separation Flower's medical institution to reshape his face into an old woman's, and came back, crying bitterly, overcome with grief:
"Son, my love, why have you gone!"
